I went to the gym, partly to be physically fit, partly to ameliorate the stress in my right eyelid. It was working, too, until that fucking personal trainer came over to give me his questionable advice.

Of course, I tried to nip it in the bud, saying, before he could say much to me, "I don't need any instructions," (or something similar) but he wouldn't take no for an answer, asking if I was sure.

Well, my original reaction (in my mind) was "what part of get lost don't you understand?" However, now that I think about it, he was actually being quite disrespectful.

In asking if I was sure, he was basically calling me an idiot.

Regardless, I didn't think of that then. It was his simple refusal to go away quickly and quietly that enraged me over and over again, retightening and reinflaming the very muscles I had come to coddle.

That arrogant prick didn't know or care what I was going for. Coming over was fine but once I told him I didn't need his help, he should have been on his merry way toward some other unmuscled boy in need of pectoral sagacity..